"I don't believe that for a second." Roman let out a snort and propped his fists on his hips. "There's always something. Everybody always wants something, even if they pretend they don't. When you eventually change your mind, come find me. I'll do you better than she did."

That was a lie.

And finally, Roman turned to stomp off in search of work that didn't smell bad or make his shoulders sore--so probably manning a ride.